A poem by Vicki Roach
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Australia! Oh forgetful nation Went and lost a whole generation Where oh where could those people be? Where did you put those Aborigine? Those ones you stole From their sacred ground You know you put 'em somewhere But oh where can they be found? Wait! There's one now Hiding behind that tree You better lock him up Maybe throw away the key And what about his mum aye And where the hell's his dad And why is that one there Walkin' 'round alone and sad It's coz you went and lost us all You sick and sorry fools You lost us in your foster homes Your missions and your schools You scattered us from one end Of this wide, brown land to the other And took us from our mums and dads Our sisters and our brothers But you're sorry now I hear you say You didn't mean to lose us You even made a Sorry Day And think that that excuses As if for your crimes that atones And makes it all right A day of being sorry We were black instead of white I reckon we'll just grab our lap-tops And take our mobile phones And take your education And find our own way home